Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
JFA,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.